bloodlines

blind eyes stay focused
tone deaf
reject obvious detrimental objects
any flow sad mad depressed so low
post no notice until heart beats go

something missing from the lines
but no one with the means seems to know
where the trail started back in time
back in time we go, the rows rock to-and-fro

blind eyes stay focused
obsessed
project a blessed but ignorant mess
anyone sad mad oppressed should know
they post no notice until the heart beats go

are we only ever celebrated, ‘kwe
once we are gone?
are we only really appreciated
when our bloodline’s night fails to greet the dawn?